Flower [SoonHoon]

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When the boy turn on his phone to check any messages or calls, his beautiful delicate fingers  hover just above the text he had tried so hard to avoid reading.

Because if he did, he didn't know what kind of desperate excuse he would say just to ran to him and hugged his boyfriend to death.

And to think this all started just because his lovely tiger wanted to hug him. How ironic, Jihoon would've laughed if he wasn't one of the causes of it.

But he hadn't realized that his hovering thumb are now very close to the screen, and it changes to the text Soonyoung sent him.

My Star 🌟
Hoonie, if you didn't tell me what's wrong then I couldn't help you

You
Have it crossed your mind that maybe I don't want help?

There it is again.

Jihoon couldn't help spouting venom through his words even though he didn't meant to. His mind still hasn't settled down from the frenzy thoughts and it comes to surface from time to time.

Sighing, the blond boy shook his head and rest his thumbs on the keyboard.

You
Have it crossed your mind that maybe I don't want help?|
Have it crossed your mind that may|
Have it crossed y|
Have|

The composer stopped himself on sending that in the heat of the moment. They both suffered enough, there's no need to be the a jerk to society.

All because of his layered fear of love, their relationship are put on hold.

If the tiger boy knew what he really was inside, he would leave him.

Just like what others did.

He hates it.

He hates him, he hates them, he hates that he's afraid of love even though there's literally no one to be afraid of other than himself.

He hates it all.

He really wanted to ran away right now.

But he couldn't.

And so his body went on autopilot mode. Time pass by as if someone just pressed a fast forward button on the remote to his life, and he barely remember what he passes through.

Jihoon finally snaps out of his trance after gliding his fingertips on the black and white keys.

Then everything dawned on him, like a bucket full of ice poured right above him.

Soonyoung. His fear. Hugs.

The piano screams an ugly tune, before he collapses right on top of it.

"I'm sorry… I'm sorry Soonie…"

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| Purple Hyacinth  = “I'm sorry”, profound sorrow (since it's still on the same day, but you totally can diss me because its been literally over two weeks for me to update this.)

|Hmmm… I wonder… Where is our prophet Wonwoo when you needs him? I wish future me could edit this better somehow.